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Starting tomorrow, I'm a nuclear technician!
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Good God.
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And tomorrow morning, I'm gonna buy your ring back! Then I'm going house-hunting!
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Doesn't your job start tomorrow?
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Eh, somebody'll cover for me.
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Homer, that's -- Ohh!
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Uh, why don't you let me handle it, Homer?
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Oh, college boy, eh?
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Homer, for God's sakes, let him deliver the baby!
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Homie, isn't he beautiful?
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Hey, as long as he's got eight fingers and eight toes, he's fine by me.
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Ahh, Bart. Daddy's little angel.
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Why you little... He did that on purpose!
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How could he? He's only ten minutes old.
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Bart, Lisa. Come here for a minute...
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Y'know, son, the day you were born I received the greatest gift a man could have.
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As the years went by, your mother and I were blessed twice more.
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And not a day goes by that we don't thank God for all three of you.
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Homer, I'm not pregnant.
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Yeah!!! Whoa! Excellent, Marge!
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Aw, ain't that cute... Hey!
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Hey! Where in God's name did you learn that kind of... daaaanncciinng!
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Dad, can I have some money to buy Bart a birthday present?
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Mon-ey.
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Dad, this is a hundred and ten dollars.
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Oh, sorry.
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That's very righteous. Funky C Funky Do will be back to lip sync another one of their hits, right after this.
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Hey kids! Why sit in front of the TV, when you can be on the radio!?
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WE'RE GONNA ROLL THIS TRUCKIN' CONVOY / CROSS THE U.S.A. / CON-VOY...
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That could be Bart!
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Throw away your bulky transmitters and broadcasting towers...
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The SuperStar celebrity microphone lets you hear your voice through any AM radio!
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Hey good lookin', we'll be back to pick you up later.
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He's in for some lovin'.
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It's the perfect gift for birthdays, graduations, board meetings.
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You're fired!
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Hm... Bart's birthday's coming up.
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But order now, supply is limited.
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Limited?!
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Do you have any of those microphones left?
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Yeah, a couple.
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Y'know, Marge. Bart's really gonna like my birthday present this year. It won't be like those shoe trees I got him last year... or the shelf paper I bought him for Christmas. I'll buy his love yet.
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Okay, Sideshow Mel, bring out the birthday cake!
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Hey kids, while Sideshow Mel mops up, let's see the names of our Krusty birthday pals for today!
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All right! Here comes my name!
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Wow, best eight bucks I ever spent.
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Bart, your Grampa's on the phone. He wants to wish you a happy birthday.
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Isn't that nice? Take a message. Right now I'm off to hit forty-six local merchants for free birthday goods and services.
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I'm here for my free birthday sundae.
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Eat it and get out.
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Digital audio tape, my butt! When I was a kid, we had compact discs, and I don't recall no one complaining.
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Damn right.
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Sorry, Rosarita. I gotta get to my birthday party.
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Farewell, Señor Bart!
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Hey, good to see ya. Glad you could make it. Toby, have you lost weight? Uh-oh, here comes trouble.
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It's Wally! Hey Wally, do something funny!
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Hey, later, okay... hey, why don't you go bug your parents?
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Cool, Larry the Looter!
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Hey there, I hear it's your birthday. How old are you?
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Well, I'm --
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That's great! Would you like us to sing you a special song?
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Hell, no.
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You got it! Ready, Señor Beaver-otti?
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I'm-a ready. And-a one and-a two...
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YOU'RE THE BIRTHDAY / YOU'RE THE BIRTHDAY / YOU'RE THE BIRTHDAY BOY OR GIRL.
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Wha th...?
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It's a label maker.
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Mmm-hmm. We have one at home. Before we got it I was always finding Patty's stubble in my leg razor.
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Ehhh...
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Bart, I'll bet you think nothin's gonna top that cactus. Well, check out my present!
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Bart! Be polite.
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Next, please.
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Bart, I've noticed your birthday presents are a poor crop at best. I hope this turns the tide.
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Just gorgeous.
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Now we can be twins!
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There's only one can of beer left and it's Bart's.
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Hey boy, how's the microphone working?
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Bart! I would love to get a present like that.
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Here you go. Enjoy.
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Listen, boy, this is a great invention! Watch.
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WE GOT A GREAT BIG CON-VOY / ROCKIN' THROUGH THE NIGHT / WE GOT A GREAT BIG CON-VOY / AIN'T SHE A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT / CON-VOY
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Quit it, Dad!
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Hey good-lookin', we'll be back for some dinner later!
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Wha'd you say? I can't understand you with all that distortion.
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What a crappy birthday.
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What do you mean, how did I get on the radio? I created the universe! Stupid kids.
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Y'know Bart, I don't think this is such a bad present. Maybe you just shouldn't talk into it as loud as your father does.
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Testing... testing... One, two, three... Oh, my. Do I sound like that?
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Hey, it does work!
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I bet you could have a lot of fun with this. Why don't you go show your father?
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Mmmmm. Chocolate.
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Mmmmm. Chocolate.
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Marge, we need some more vanilla-chocolate-and-strawberry ice cream.
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I'll get some at the store tomorrow, Homer.
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Mmmmm. Chocolate.
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People of Earth, this is Bartron, commander of the Martian invasion force. Your planet is in our hands. Resistance is useless.
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We have captured your president. He was delicious.
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Why, you little...
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Wait a minute. Does this mean you like my present?
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Uh-huh.
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